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The bridge on which he stood could be walked not more than two ways they said. "Lies" he claimed as he jumped off, hurdling towards the greyish hue of concrete reflected in his now not so far faded pupils.
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Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
Bridge
The bridge on which he stood could be walked not more than two ways they said. "Lies" he claimed as he jumped off, hurdling towards the greyish hue of concrete reflected in his now not so far faded pupils.
roman-soanco
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Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
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